Wanda continued to open jpegs and watched in horror as the photos documented the progression of her hotel experience. Wanda remembered after she had sucked Anthony to competition that she had struggled with Professor Gropenhoffer for her black panties. The last thing she remembered was falling on the hotel bed and rolling on her back. Gropenhoffer was drooling as he succeeded in pulling Wanda's underwear off. Wanda shivered at the photo of her legs in the air with her panties barely dangling off her left foot.
That was the point that Wanda blacked out as the shots of Everclear finally took over her system. Wanda had hoped that she had passed out and her professors had left her alone after she had become unconscious. The photos told a different story. Wanda saw her self bent over the mattress. Her nursing school director shot a picture of himself slapping her lips with his tiny white cock. The contrast between her coffee skin and Dr. Hertzmoore's minuscule pink dick was stark. Wanda was worried that the next jpeg would show Hertzmoore parting her lips with his teeny erection. As bad as the thought was, Wanda shuddered when she saw Professor Gropenhoffer mount her from behind. He looked directly into the camera as he prepared to take Wanda. Wanda realized that although she was blacked out she was still semi-conscious as her eyes were open. Wanda didn't know what was worse, the stupid look on her face while she waited to be taken by the disgusting professor or the fear of what the next jpeg would reveal.
Wanda's question was answered a moment later when the professor had buried his baby dick to the base in Wanda's pussy. The ridiculous look on his face indicated he was using maximum effort to drive his dinky member as though it would have any noticeable effect. Wanda's expression displayed an annoyed confusion that would have been funny compared to the professor's serious look of exertion if it hadn't been for the obvious violation of Wanda's body.
The final photos were of Wanda flipped over on her back as her program director Dr. Hertzmoore prepared to enter her with his little rubber-clad penis. The doctor had a firm grip on both of Wanda's huge tits. The last picture was of Hertzmoore's dick buried mostly in Wanda's pussy. Wanda shuddered as she imagined having to work for Hertzmoore after her graduation.
As though Wanda wasn't scared enough about her marriage and what this meant for her future she saw a link at the bottom of the final email that instructed her to meet at the converted hotel that served as the Tau Iota Tau fraternal order clubhouse later that day. Wanda had no intention of going until she clicked the link and was taken to the website for her father in law's boxing gym with all the pictures she had just clicked on.
Wanda's blood ran cold. She doubted the gym's website got much traffic. It was hard for Wanda to picture any of the fighters from the gym even owning a computer let alone stumbling across the Duran Gym's web page. There really wasn't anything interesting on the site until now. Wanda knew it was only a matter of time before someone stumbled across the web page and her father in law showed the pictures to Julie. Wanda had no delusions that this wouldn't end her marriage. Julie had been pretty liberal about Wanda's public exposure of her breasts on many occasions and even her bare pussy once or twice. He hadn't blamed Wanda on the occasion or two where he had witnessed her get her huge breast fondled by a man who just couldn't resist the temptation of Wanda's bare chest. The fact was undeniable that this was a line he wasn't going to come back from. Even if she could convince Julie that she was blackout drunk and taken advantage of Julie's controlling macho father would never allow Julie to live in peace with a wife who had fucked her two gross college administrators.
Wanda's only choice to save her marriage and family would be to agree to go to the hotel meeting.
